Micah And Sarah First Husband Novels & Stories

“Remember when Victor was saying you being with me was a bad idea?” A scowl flashed across Micah’s face. “Yes, I do. I wanted to punch him in the face. He kept trying to threaten me, and it wasn’t working out well for him.” My smile widened as I leaned into him, bumping my shoulder gently against his. “Exactly. And now look at us. Married, chaotic, covered in baby food half the time ,but happy.” Micah grumbled something under his breath, but his fingers tightened around mine. “Still don’t like the idea of Kathryn tying herself to him. He’s impulsive. Loud. Kind of an idiot.”

“You knew about all of that? You kept it from me because she was giving you her pussy the whole time?” “I’m sorry,” I said again. My voice cracked. Guilt hit me hard now. I could see the pain I caused in Sarah’s face. “It just happened. I fucked up.” “You couldn’t even leave my husband alone?” Sarah shouted at Mia, voice breaking. “After everything I did for you? After I opened my home to you?” Mia did not back down. She screamed right back. “Don’t raise your voice at me like that. Your fucking husband wanted this too. He kept coming back for more. He told me my pussy is better than yours and he can’t get enough of it.”

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

I turned to the officiant, shaking the thought out of my head. "I do," I nodded. "And do you, Vito Giovanni Armani take Gia Azzurra Rizzo to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Vito turned to me and stared deep into my eyes. I was the first to look away. "I do," he echoed. "By the power invested in me by the Roman Catholic Church, I pronounce you man and wife," the officiant smiled. "You may kiss the bride."

My experience made me unsure. Knowing I was carrying his child, he spent days and nights searching for me but he couldn't find me because Micah had helped from witches. I discovered that the wolf I saw in my husband's house garden back then was Micah. He confessed that he fell in love with me at that moment. I was shocked, it turned out I wasn't hallucinating. He planned everything so well, which was one of the reasons he succeeded. He had been monitoring my husband for a long time before finally executing his plan.

Micah has this shocked expression on his face as he stares at me. "What?" I bark out. "You didn't seriously say that, did you? Is it because Zane is your husband?" he asks angrily. "No, it is because you are an asshole. You can barely even take care of yourself, Micah, just stare here," I say, throwing my hands in the air and pointing around. Micah's face was red, he looked ready to kill and as he turned his head to the side, I knew he wanted this conversation over with. Too bad, I was ready for it to end.

To escape his harassment, I moved to a different city. Meanwhile, Shawn and I officially got together. Our relationship remained stable and strong. The next time I heard about Eanes was six months later. His company had gone bankrupt, and his parents had forced him to marry a wealthy businesswoman in her 50s. As for what happened after that? I didn't know—and honestly, I didn't care.

Seeing her, Nelson hurried toward her, but before he could get close, Travis blocked his path. "Get out of my way!" he glared at Travis, his face full of anger. Travis looked at him coldly. "Sarah is my wife. If you have something to say, say it to me. She doesn't want to see you." "Say it to you?" Nelson laughed bitterly. "Say what? That Sarah and I were together for three years? That she's carrying my child? That she shouldn't have married you?" "Crack!" Travis's fist seemed to cut through the air as it connected with Nelson's face, nearly twisting it sideways.

"Of course, that's what you always called me, right? An opportunist who was only ever after your money? Well, you've been wrong all along." Ivan grimaces and looks down, ashamed. However, all I do is walk past him, done with this conversation. "Now, if you don't mind, Noah's scared and wants to go home." He doesn't try to stop me this time and just remains where he is on the ground, still crying as if he lost something so important to him. Why, though, when he's never wanted me from the beginning? As I walk with my little family and best friend, I can't help but wonder where things started going wrong between us. How did I, a simple, low-paid social worker, get entangled with a rich CEO like

"Iris, your deadbeat husband didn't suspect anything, did he? I poured half a bottle of extra-strong itching powder into the air vents. It didn't drive him insane, did it?" Iris dotingly booped his nose. Her tone dripped with contempt for me when she sneered, "He's an idiot; he hasn't got a clue. He really thought I'd gotten my hands on something almost brand new and was crouching there, cleaning it bit by bit, putting up with the pain in his back." "Serves him right!" Tristan snorted. "It's his fault for hogging the position of your legal husband and refusing to step aside! I want him to use my hand-me-down trash and suffer from it. Let's see how long he can hold out!"